Page 24 of Restorations

She brings one leg up on the bench, giving me a far better view and pulling a deep groan from me. “God, I wish it was your fingers inside me right now.”

“Fuck, Viv.” My hand speeds up, and I feel how close I am to coming. I can barely growl out the words to her, “Are you close?”

Her eyes lock on mine. Her breathing is erratic, and her voice is also strangled. “Yes. So close.”

Her head leans back against the glass as her fingers move faster and her sweet whimpers get louder and louder. “Asher.”

When she moans my name and her toes curl, I lose it. Cum jets from my cock and down the drain as I wring out every last drop, both of us panting and unable to gain control of our bodies.

She stands on shaky legs before me, her eyes pleading with me to look at her, but I can’t. I look over her shoulder.

Not ashamed of jerking off in front of her but fucking horrified that she still has this type of hold on me after everything we’ve been through.

“Asher, look at me. Please.” Her voice is void of the confidence she had moments ago, and I still refuse to look at her.

How could I do this again?

I feel her hand ghost over my cheek, our skin not making contact. “Asher.”

Slowly I move my eyes to look into hers. “What?”

I watch her throat as she swallows. “Talk to me. We were friends once. We were lovers once.”

My jaw clenches. “No.” I glare at her, thinking about her going out with Sawyer and the day she left me behind. “Lovers implies there was love between us. You know what we were, Viv?”

I don’t miss the tears welling in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall. “What’s that, Asher?”

I grit my teeth, seething. “Bored little rich kids who enjoyed hot hookups. But that’s it. I was a convenience for you.”

Her arms wrap over her lower stomach, and she shakes her head. “That’s not true.”

“It is. I was every bit of the wrong you were looking for. You were bored, and I was there, adding a little bit of thrill to your mundane life.”

She looks horrified as she wipes one tear from her cheek, still shaking her head. “That’s not what we were. Don’t cheapen it. If I wanted that I could have just used the app on my phone.”

I step closer, our toes touching now as I lean down getting into her face. “That would have been far too easy.”

“I thought you said you were a convenience,” she snaps, and I see the fury building inside her.

“I was aconvenientthrill. I was someone you could seduce who was already right in your home. The worst possible hookup, and it’s still fucking thrilling for you, isn’t it? Fucking with my head.”

She swallows a cry and sniffs as she wipes away another tear but squares her shoulders. “I’m not playing games with you.”

“No? What the fuck was this?” I gesture to the shower bench behind us.

She looks so hurt, but I don’t care. I’m done caring.

Why the hell did I allow this to happen?

“You wanted this just as bad as I did. This isn’t a game.”

I push the shower door open and step out, turning around to look at her. “Next time, have Sawyer finish you off. You’re fucking toxic to me.”

“At least he has the balls to touch me.”

Again my jaw clenches, and I'm actually worried I might break my teeth. “Yeah well, you have fun imagining that his hands are mine.”

I turn away from her, grabbing a towel, trying to get out of the bathroom before she says anything else to bait me, but I don’t make it.

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